Eight Months Pregnant, I Left My Cheating Husband Behind

Eight months pregnant, I walked in on my husband, the boy I'd grown up with, in bed with the woman who'd been my closest friend for ten years.

"Babe, we're just friends, we only shared a bed, don't make a scene."

My husband coaxed me, exasperated, expecting me to break down and demand answers the way I always had.

My best friend chimed in, breezy as ever: "Come on, you're the only one who can stand how badly he sleeps. He's not my type at all."

But I only calmly took out the divorce papers I'd disguised as a real-estate contract, held them out to Elijah Delgado, and said,

"Sign it."